Seein' he's dead, I'll talk to his squaw and make a deal with her, mebby." He looked her over measuringly.

"Princess--hunh! I'll tell yuh in plain American what you are, if yuh don't git outa here.

I may want a gold mine, all right, but I sure don't want it that bad.

Git when I tell yuh to git!" A squaw with no education would have got forthwith.

But Lucy Lily had learned to be like white ladies,--or so she said.